He and It

Liu Fuguang treated each other with silence, but Yan Huan still didn't take it seriously. He smiled and spoke softly, as if he was talking to himself: Actually, the day you finally looked at me, you don't know how happy I was. ...It doesn't matter whether I am a cow, a horse, or an animal, I just ask you not to turn a blind eye to me...

At the end, he was praying miserably.

After hearing this, Liu Fuguang's mood did not fluctuate at all, as if he was just sitting on the sidelines.

If I don’t turn a blind eye to you, what else can I do? He wonders strangely, is he beating and scolding you, resenting you, or is he thinking of killing you and expelling you? Just like dog-skin plaster, beating, scolding and hurting will only help your wishes, and resentment will have no effect. As for expulsion, you are almost the co-owner of the world. Could it be that I have been entangled with you and torn apart, and emphasized repeatedly, asking you to leave me? If you stay far away, will you do it?

If it hadn't been for the sudden appearance of the tenth eye, which would most likely have been widely involved and even affected Dongma, Liu Fuguang wouldn't have even asked a question. Today, his heart is neither big nor small. It can accommodate everything except Yan Huan.

Their relationship remained unchanged, and Yan Huan knew that changing Liu Fuguang's attitude toward him and warming his heart would not be possible overnight. He is a helpless and extremely poor pursuer. He eagerly puts all his hopes on the gambling table that lights Xuan Ri, praying for a chance to turn the tables.

Therefore, more than three months later, when the sun passed through the third great circle, approached Tanggu, and was about to sink, Yan Huan insisted on heading to the Sea of ​​​​World, regardless of the wounds that still remained on his body.

There is only one last time left, he thought. If it is ignited one last time, the sun will gradually return to the state it was six thousand years ago. As long as you can look at me, look at me again...

Every time he thought about this, Yan Huan would always tremble with excitement, filled with boiling ecstasy, wishing that he would roll over and over again, unable to stabilize.

After making the same arrangements as the previous two times, the Dragon God transformed into his original form late at night.

His body was scorched and withered, and the billions of wildly dancing tentacles were like weaving the deep sky where stars gathered. The damaged dragon horn was broken to the root, and the new part only built a vague structure in the air. The black shadow, the nine eyes of the wandering dragon body, are still condensed with fiery red on the edge, like a circle of strange, shiny and weird blisters.

This posture could not be described as embarrassing, but Yan Huan didn't take it seriously. After all, he is the only true dragon of the zodiac in the world, an evil tyrant that no external object can shake. Who else but Liu Fuguang can defeat him and touch his divine power?

The Dragon God soared into the clouds and plunged into the dusty world sea.

He flew towards the golden and orange sun, facing the increasingly fierce heat. Yan Huan seemed to have seen Liu Fuguang's gaze on him, so he let out a long roar that shocked the world. The roar was full of expectation and hope. joy.

Before the lingering sound dissipated, the dragon's body had already collided with the scorching sun.

The orange-red sun was hindered by the heavy blow. Amidst the violent vibrations of the star, its surface seemed to be made of semi-fluid. Huge, golden-red sparks instantly bloomed, splashing on Yan Huan's body, and instantly burned out. Dazzling red spots.

Yan Huan doesn't feel pain, or in other words, even the feeling of pain has been transformed into a distorted form by the longed for joy. The real dragon's sharp claws tear at the surface of the sun, just like a poisonous snake surrounding a red-hot goose egg. It does not hesitate to burn its fangs and melt the scales, but also breaks open the egg shell to reveal what's inside. come out.

Amid the explosion of the sky and earth shattering, the light bursting out from the sun turned out to be snow-white.

There are no words that can describe this flawless whiteness, which is even whiter than the light when the heaven and earth first opened and chaos created the world.

The pain and heat sensations have far exceeded the tolerable threshold. Yan Huan can't hear, see or feel anything. He just laughed, a happy giggle, an excited scream, a chuckle of joy, a crazy laugh... He seemed to be flying at the end of destruction, and what flashed back in his heart countless times was Liu Fuguang's incomparable concentration. Only his eyes were reflected.

--combustion!

Yan Huan roared loudly, ten million thunderbolts rolled in the white light, and the majestic divine power erupted, just like the day when all things were born.

--combustion!

His voice overshadowed everything, and his will forced everything to obey. He was the Human Emperor, the Eleven Dragon Lords, a great god who held the Dao in his hand and stood in the world, traveling in all directions. The world will yield to his will, and the sun will yield to his will. Yan Huan's bones and flesh were almost liquefied into pure fire slurry. He was boiling ashes and a red storm. The sun also cracked under the absolute power he exerted, and the heliocentric true fire that was so golden that it turned white rushed out. .

...I give you permission to burn.

At this moment, everything was silent, and Yan Huan murmured softly, like a whisper in the ear of a lover.

At first, there was the faintest, tiniest sound.

It is as light as the moment when a flower bud blooms, and is smaller than the movement of the layers of wheat after it has absorbed water. However, such a weak sound has set off an almost endless heat wave in the sea of ​​​​the world, and Yan Huan was severely beaten. It flew out with a fierce blast!

Yan Huan's eyes melted. He struggled to stabilize his broken body and looked hard at the sun shining in the center of the light wave.

There's still a little bit of heat left, just a little bit... a little bit of heat...

The heart of ecstasy forgets everything, and the real dragon rolls in the boundless white waves, trying its best to pounce on the scorching sun again.

Have you had enough fun?

An impatient and harsh voice suddenly sounded in Yan Huan's mind.

I don't want to play this ridiculous trick with you anymore, Yan Huan.

His body shook awe-inspiringly. However, before he could find out the owner of the voice or respond, the location of the dragon's heart had already sunk deeply inward - along with this strange voice, his My heart just disappeared!

As a dragon god, Yan Huan cannot give birth to a dragon ball. The origin of his power comes from the evil of the ancient gods, and also from the seal of the true immortal. He cannot cultivate a normal dragon ball, only a ball similar to a core The general center is hidden in the heart of the dragon.

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